⁹ Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?

³⁹ For he remembered that they were but flesh; a wind that passeth away, and cometh not again.

¹⁴ For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust.

⁶ The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field: